Guild Hunter 02 - Angels' Flight

real.”
     
    Slumping, the vampire let her clamp the circle of metal around his rapidly healing neck. The science behind the device’s effect on vampiric biology was complex, but the results clear—the vampire was now constrained from acting without a direct order from Sara. Helpful didn’t begin to describe the control chicause even this injured, the vamp could probably rip off her head in two seconds flat.
     
    Sara liked her head, thank you very much.
     
    Crawling back out, she shut the door and looked up at the other hunter—and there was no doubt in her mind as to his vocation. “Sara.” She thrust out a hand.
     
    He took it, but didn’t speak for a long time. She couldn’t bring herself to protest—something in those dark, dark greeneyes held her in place. Power, she thought, there was an incredible sense of power in him. Then he spoke, and the decadent whiskey of his voice almost blinded her to his actual words.
     
    “I’m Deacon. You’re much smaller than your reputation suggests.”
     
    She wrenched back her hand. “Thanks. And don’t offer to help next time.”
     
    Most men would’ve walked off, egos dented. Deacon simply stood there, watching her with those intense eyes. “It wasn’t a criticism.”
     
    Why the hell was she still here? “I have to deliver Rodney to his master.”
     
    “You have a rep.” He stepped closer, his eyes drifting to the strap that bisected her body. “You and your crossbow.”
     
    Was that amusement she saw on that oh-so-serious face? “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. My bolts are made to carry the same properties as the necklets—it keeps me out of harm’s way until the target’s safely chipped, and given their ability to heal, it hardly hurts.”
     
    “Yet you had a necklet.”
     
    She took off the crossbow. “Move.” This close, all she could see was Deacon, his chest a mile wide. Maybe she was a little affected, but hey, she had a pulse. He was sexy as hell. That changed nothing. She was a hunter. And he might be Guild, but he was also an unknown. “My best friend loves them.” She didn’t get why, but then, Ellie didn’t get the crossbow, so they were even. However, Sara had promised to try the things, since Ellie had tried the crossbow on her last hunt. “I asked you to move.”
     
    He finally shifted back a few inches. Enough that she could pull open the passenger door and drop the crossbow inside it. Rodney was almost completely healed, but he’d gotten blood all over the interior of the rental car.
Damn.
The Guild would cover the expenses, but she didn’t particularly want to ride around in that mess. “I have to deliver the package.”
     
    “Let’s talk to him first.”
     
    She closed the passenger door. “And why would we do that?”
     
    “Aren’t you curious about who cut him?” He had ridiculously long lashes, she thought. Dark and silky and completely unfair on a man.
     
    “Probably some vampire hate group.” She frowned. “Morons. Never occurs to them that they’re attacking someone’s husband, father, or brother.”
     
    He kept staring at her. “What?” She rubbed at her face, glad her dark skin tone hid her stupidly hot reaction to this stranger.
     
    “They told me you had brown skin, brown eyes, black hair.”
     
    That sounded about right. “Who’s ‘they’?”
     
    “I’ll tell you after we talk to the vampire.”
     
    “Carrot and stick?” She narrowed her eyes. “I’m not a rabbit.”
     
    His lips curved up a little at the corners. “For the sake of camaraderie.” Reaching into his battered leather jacket, he pulled out his Guild ID.
     
    Curious enough not to cut off her nose to spite her face, she jerked her head toward the car. “I’ll go into the front seat, take off the necklet.” Unfortunately—or fortunately, depending on your point of view—vampires couldn’t speak while chipped. “You get into the back and make sure he doesn’t—”
     
    “I won’t fit in the car.”
     
    She took him in. It was all she could do not to ask him to strip naked so she could lick him from head to toe. “Okay,” she said, stuffing her suddenly energetic hormones back into storage. “New plan. I’ll get him to lower the window, and you put your arm around his neck while we talk.”
     
    And that was what they did. Rodney was more than happy to chat once Sara introduced herself.
     
    “You like to shoot people.” He made it sound as if she was a maniac. “With a